Winter to Spring in Ninety Minutes

I took all these photos today.

I started the day in the Appalachian Mountains with snow and ice.

Then we headed home to sunshine and flowers.

No plane involved.  It’s amazing!

I really do love living in North Carolina.

Where else can you switch seasons in 90 minutes?



The Snow Said

The snow said that we had many visitors while we slept last night.

It said many deer came in the gardens to eat mondo grass and green shoots.

It said there were large deer running down the hill and a small deer walking up.

It said that someone small took cover in this hollow tree.

Something tiny hid in this overturned trough.

Oh look. It is still here. Good morning Miss Wren.

The snow said sometimes the wind blew,

but most of the time the snow fell strait down softly.

It said the neighbors’ beagle walked through our carport.

He chooses the path with the least snow resistance.

The snow also said that a coyote had been in the woods, after the snow stopped falling.

It told me the wind was blowing by flying in my face. This made me laugh.

This trail said that Flower is back home and that Mr. Flower has not used the new snow shovel that she bought for him. Ha.


Surprise Snow Party

Flaky confetti fell last night.

Nature was partying as we slept.

Now my flowers are covered in flakes.

Wearing snow on their heads like fancy fascinators.

At least none look hungover.

Sneaky snow.


Sneaky flowers.

Sneaky spring.


Reading Snow

I set out to discover different tracks in the snow.

I did locate several sets of interest.

My regret is not including something to reference scale.  I tried a dime, but it sunk in the powdery snow.

Mouse hang-out under shrub.



Mr. Flower